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Enchained
The time comes and
Stays
I had a feeling it would
Anyway
In terms of metaphysics
Love and despair
Possess equal density
And so
Both anchor time
Every bit
As well as the other
Providing
Then an axis upon which to
Drag
As the floating, helpless
Me
Is pushed one way before and after
Another
I can see the shores on either side
Which means
Perspective is everything
It is
Constantly storming above;
Skies
Differ one side to
Another
And I wish I could swim
But I
Can't.
